Wow. Life seems so surreal lately. I kept on looking for him all day long. When I went to go get the mail, I began to call to Buddy like I usually do as he loved to run outside in the snow as I walked down the driveway. He did this just Saturday.
Steve and I discussed what's next. We both agreed - no pets for awhile. Steve is pretty wounded by this, too. What a kidney punch after all the other punches we've been taking lately. Nothing to kill us, just enough to make sure we really feel it.
We discussed our childhood pets, and Steve recalled that 2 years after his dog Shep passed, his folks came home with Rusty. He could still recall being angry at them, as he felt that there could be no replacement for Shep. This is why I love Steve, and why we belong together. Once we allow another soul to enter our heart, it can never be replaced, but there is always room to add more. So one day, there will be another dog, I am sure. He won't be Buddy. He won't mean the same to us, but he will be loved nonetheless. Someday.
Telling Sophie brought out a side of Steve I have never seen. Sophie didn't seem too upset though, unless you call asking if this meant she could have a kitty now as a means of dealing with her pain. Still, I know she is still processing it. She told her teacher at her Christmas party today, so obviously it triggered something. What does a four year old understand of these things - what do I understand of these things?
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Zach's class was cancelled today. Speech therapy and OT went so-so. However, he has begun what I believe to be some imitation. During his Saturday class at MyGym, he mimicked putting an item on his head and then "sneezing" (saying "achoo") and letting the item fall off as they do routinely iin circle time. Then, Sophie and I had a pom-pom fight, and he joined in throwing the puff balls around. Yeah yeah. Way to go Zach.
I believe he also accidentally let out an "up" when reaching for me in an effort to get me to pick him up. I have been working on this one what feels like forever. It wasn't repeated, but he did it without prompting - so I am pretty sure it is in there. Come on Zach - give me the Christmas present I desperately want.
Still no report from Yale. Steve called today. Apparently, the professor who did the evaluation was out of town. It might not be here until after the New Year. This is not what I expected or was told, and I am dissappointed. I really need to read what is in that darned report. In the meantime, I am reading "More Than Words" and another book that came last week: "Do Watch Listen Say" .
We are trying to get Zach setup for a school called Jowonio for the fall. Everybody with experience with kids with special needs is telling us this is the place to be for him. Well, 200 other people on the waiting list seem to think it is where their kids need to be, too. uugghh. I am just asking the guy upstairs to throw me a bone on this one.
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